Phantom Lantern Novels & Stories

Jack said thinking about the plan to have Rowling chase them into Hangman's cove. “Lanterns.” Claire said thinking out. “It should be dark enough that if we hung Lanterns from the crow’s nest that we would be able to see from afar. One lantern for just his single ship and two if there's more than one.” Claire continued explaining. “Aye that's perfect. You truly are amazing.” Jack said, looking at her with wonder. Claire blushed slightly as she brought her focus back down to the map. “I bet you're glad I let you kidnap me uh.” Claire said a playful smirk on her lips.

Black as the darkest night hair against a crisp linen pillow, brown skin against a blindingly white sheet, and tiger’s eyes burning with deliberate cruelty and triumph into hers. In horrified rejection of the imagery that had sprung into her mind, Lara Anderson shuddered violently, dimly aware that she was still in the grip of severe shock. Abruptly, she was dredged from her turmoil by the insistent shrill of the telephone in the hall. Reluctantly she answered the summons, carefully shutting the lounge door behind her so that her father was not disturbed.

When I was sure Bri was satisfied, we headed back to the tree for our clothes and shifted back to our human form As we headed back to the pack, a little girl ran to us crying. "What is it dear?" Emma asked, confused. "Please Luna come and heal my mother, she has been down with the illness for some time now but today she got worse and can't even speak". She said amidst tears. "Let's go," I said. We both follow the girl as she leads us to her house. We get to the house to find the girl's mother on the bed while her father wipes her body. He steps away as he sees us and I walk up to the woman. "I don't know what to do". I say to Bri confused. Place your hand on her chest Bri replies. I place my

He then switched off all the lights in the courtyard, eliciting gasps of excitement as the glowing lanterns illuminated the night. Amani stepped onto an elevated platform, holding two lanterns—one for her father and one for her mother. With a deep breath, she released them, and the crowd watched in awe as they floated gracefully into the night sky. Following her lead, everyone released their lanterns simultaneously, creating a mesmerizing display that none had ever witnessed before.

Lerder: “But she’ll choose—to stand, or to overshadow.” Eluna: “She stands. Beside us, not above.” Before bed, Hannah lit a single lantern of her own—engraved with rune representing hope and vigilance. She carried it to the Boundary Marker. Moonlight danced. Silently, she whispered: “May every light we raise chase the unseen—together.” The lantern’s glow joined old ones—her sign of continuing legacy.

It’s the perfect mix of mine and Paige’s. Behind us, Callen is stringing lanterns through the branches, each one flickering to life in a soft golden glow in the dimming light. “The lanterns are all set,” he calls down, sounding pleased with himself. “They will guide her straight here.” “Good,” I answer, though my mind is already racing to the next detail. Remy crouches near the new candles he’s just set down, shielding a match from the breeze. He mutters something under his breath about the wind direction and making sure nothing goes out.

“I guess turning back isn’t an option anymore.” Dante shot him a sideways glance. “Were you planning to?” “I was considering it.” “Liar.” “I was considering considering it.” Despite the tension, a few guardians chuckled. The laughter was brief. It disappeared the moment the hallway lit itself. One by one, ancient lanterns suspended high above them awakened without flame. Instead of fire, each lantern contained a floating sphere of silver light that pulsed gently like a heartbeat. The enormous corridor stretched endlessly into the distance. Its ceiling was so high that it disappeared into darkness.

"What… what was that? Why would it do that?" Levy’s gaze never left mine. He slowly walked over to the fallen lantern, which had now dimmed to a soft, pulsating glow. He bent down, and with a casual, almost reverent motion, placed his hand on the body of the lantern, not the lid. Instantly, the light softened, steadying into a gentle, golden radiance. He picked it up effortlessly, as if it weighed nothing. "This lantern, Darren," he said, his voice calm, almost educational, as he held the now placid, glowing artifact. "It recognizes its true wielder. It responds to them, and only them. It can be… quite volatile if someone attempts to activate it improperly."

Domi handed the artifact back to Abbie. "Press it, nothing will happen. Well, nothing bad. Promise." She hesitated a second but did. Then a bright light came out of the front part of the unknown object. "It's called a lantern. And I would have given to you only the knife, the lantern, and the matches, but since R is overprotective... If you can walk and run comfortably, then it's ok." "What's up with this guy, helping now? I can't understand him. Maybe Myron talked some sense into him? Yet, he's still a petulant unmannered idiot.